Gwen Counter Novels & Stories

"Gwen had removed the official tracker from herself. How did you manage to locate her?" I chose my words carefully. "I installed a tracker on her phone and hacked into the hotel's surveillance footage before finding them together." Anton looked surprised. "You're a hacker?" I smiled and said, "I like computers. I just like tinkering around in my spare time." Nobody knew that I wasn't just capable of hacking into surveillance cameras. I could also extract all of the emails and text messages from Gwen's computer at the snap of a finger. Anton went silent. Gwen was an officer from a classified unit, and she'd deceived the organization and falsified her so-called travel itinerary just to have an

Zach went to find Stella… No, Gwen. He saw her having breakfast with Lou, and she looked up and smiled at him when he approached them. “Zach.” “Did you meet Jared Crawford again?” Zach asked while furrowing his eyebrows. “Yes, and he still took me as Gwen,” Gwen looked down and answered unhappily. Zach felt a twitch in his heart. “Did he tell you a lot of things? Did you feel anything?” Gwen looked displeased. “Disgust, and hate. I just want to leave this ship now.”

“She fought some warriors, and next she’s offered a title and a place in the pack?!” It seemed they had been discussing my invite before I walked in. My heart hammered, pounding away in my chest but outwardly, I tried to appear calm. I remained silent while Alpha Tristan spoke up. “Sit down, Gwen,” Gwen. So this was the lady Guinevere… acting Luna of Silver Moon pack. My eyes sized her up again as she scoffed and sat down. She was obviously against the idea but respected the Alphas. Interesting. “I don’t like it,” Lady Gwen shook her head, annoyed. “She’s the daughter of another Pack’s alpha! She could be a spy for all we know. It’s ridiculous she’s even being considered for the position—”

While their connection may not have flourished as she had hoped, it served as a catalyst for her personal growth and the realization that her journey would be a solitary one, paved with determination and an unwavering belief in her abilities. Gwen's decision to become a rumor specialist marked a pivotal turning point in her career. She found herself delving into a world of clandestine information, gathering secrets that people wanted to keep hidden. It was a niche that suited her well, allowing her to uncover stories that would never see the light of day through conventional journalism. During her foray into this secretive realm, Gwen came across a familiar name: Lyra. Intrigued by the conne

My hand went up to caress her delicate cheek. I did not know that I had started smiling until my cheeks began to hurt. But I did not stop. Ariana was absolutely gorgeous; she was my motivation. My reason to live. "What’s wrong?" My heart nearly flew out of my chest as Gwen’s voice filled my ears without warning. She leaned against the doorway with her hands crossed above her chest. Her chocolate brown eyes were trained solely on me, analyzing me carefully. She was one of the stealthiest wolves I have ever met; her presence was almost undetectable. She wore a short white dress and left her shoulder-length hair in a bun.

Gwen grumbled, shoving the golden comb into the bottom drawer of her wardrobe, burying it under a pile of discarded odds and ends. Unbeknownst to Gwen, the golden comb began to emit a soft, shimmering glow amidst Hans's old junk—a glowing mark of an unfinished bond of ownership.

When I went to the sales counter, Gwen was working. She saw Cindy waiting with me, her gifts already paid for. "You don't have another slave who has to seduce someone do you?" "No," I laughed. "Gwen, this is Cindy, Master's sister. Cindy, this is Gwen, the woman I was telling you about." "Too bad. I would have let her seduce me. She looks hot," she whispered. "I kind of miss having a talented cunt licker lick me once in awhile. I see you're pregnant?"

an unfamiliar voice greeted. "Giovanni, Pablo, Rafael! It's good to see you again," Andrea replied before three strangers appeared in the kitchen. "And who's this?" one asked instantly seeing me behind the counter. He was clearly Hispanic but obviously wanted me to understand what he was saying and could tell I was more likely to understand English. "Ah!" Andrea said his eyes lighting up. "This is my new bitch. Ella Jones, Luna of Alpha Leonardo Loren." "Loren's mate..." one said eyeing me. "Good catch, Andrea. But I've heard about her. Doesn't she give the Alpha a run for his money? Always running away, disobeying, talking back...ect..."

“Don. The Rinaldis just sent this.” He turned the screen toward me, it was a surveillance photo, grainy but unmistakable. It was a picture of Gwen leaving the hotel, with a red target circle over her face.

“And you have done so well, so well, that nobody can ever question your dedication and your right to be the Alpha Naturale of Crescent Moon Pack. Our only apprehension is for your safety. And your happiness. Both of which seem to be jeopardized because of your position.” Gwen opened her mouth to argue but Caddie shushed her. “No arguments, Gwenny. We must go.” She turned to Greg, “And you pup, leave your phone here.” “What? Why?” “Do as you are told, Gregory.” . . . “I reject you because you are not even worth the dirt on the bottom of my shoe, Alpha Gwendolyn Radcliffe.” Gwen gasped as she started awake from a restless doze on her work desk.